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The Knight bus resumed to fly over the roads making sharp turns causing Janna's stomach lurch around in her body until the purple triple-decker came to a shrieking stop causing most of the chairs lift off the floor by a few centimetres as they inched forward.

    "The Leaky Cauldron, Miss" Trent yelped as he shot up to open the back door, Janna nodded silently before sauntering to the rear. Trent clambered through the chairs before he finally got to Janna's aid to open the door letting her step timidly down the steps "see you later Miss" Trent broke the silence.

    "Thank you, Trent" Janna said kindly, turning her head to him and smiling softly before going her way. A loud BANG! echoed behind Janna as she slowly progressed to the Leaky Cauldron which was hidden between a bookshop and a newly furnished music shop which had nasty blasting music with strange ticking noises, she came to the door of the pub and paused, putting her hood over her head. With a quick glance around at a few people who were walking past on Charing Cross road, not even phased by Janna's lanky figure pushing into the door of the Leaky Cauldron.

The pub within was clouded with smoke there was a dim lighting from the candles scattered on bar tables or in brackets starring the shadowy walls, not many people took notice of the cloaked ten year old as she advanced to the back of the pub to the courtyard.

The door swung opened letting a stream of light pass into the dim pub but it was quickly cut off as the door closed, in the courtyard Janna shed her hood to face a brick wall. She stuck her hand in her pocket pulling out a crumbled piece of lined paper from her pockets she smoothed the many folds and scrunched edges, she put her finger on a brick in the wall in front of her.

Tap a brick three up and two across, three times.

Janna breathed in deeply, mathematics wasn't ever her best virtue, it was possibly the worst. She quickly did as the paper told her, she moved three times up and two times across then tapped about three times, when Janna finished the sequence the bricked began to rumble and chattered against each other unsettling small curtains of dust in the corners.

The bricks folded under each other to create an arch Janna stepped onto the cobblestone streets of Diagon alley, Janna slid her hands into her pockets of her jacket—her hand hit something furry, soft and alive. The same chuckling she heard from the ferret on the Knight Bus sung from her pocket, she hastily shouldered into a dark alley between two shops before grabbing a handful of milk white fur and yanking the ferret out of her pocket, he squealed as he thrashed in his skin to grab something but Janna's had a firm grip on the scruff of his nape.

    "What are you doing here?" Janna desperately whispered as she questioned the ferret, who tried to grab her fingerless glove of the hand she was holding him with, she watched him as he then tried to stretch his arms over his head, he couldn't reach so eventually he hung his arms down in defeat. Janna examined him by turning him from left to right, he didn't seem dangerous.

The boxes the man had must have been occupied by his family, they were possibly dead.

Janna pursed her lips before kneeling to the ground and lowering the ferret to the cobbles, he stared at Janna with beady black eyes which blinked as he looked down to see his paws touching the rock below, Janna gently released her grasp on the ferret's fur while he just stared at her.

    "You can go now" Janna said as she then lifted herself up but as she walked to the foot of the light the ferret made chirping noises while his ears stood upright on his head as he sat on his bum with his tail curled around him "go on" Janna told him, he tilted his head before bursting into a cloud of white flakes which glided up from the cobblestones and over her head. Janna looked up and saw him watching her as he scurried away on the wooden Potage's Cauldron Shop sign.

Through the busy streets Janna wasn't noticed by many; she still gave her scarf a little ruffling and her sleeves a small tug. After a quick walk past Madam Malkins Robes for All Occasions Janna reached Flourish and Blott's, she slowly opened the door to the shop, a little bell rang above Janna's head, thereupon the shop owner's head shot up to see a familiar little mousy girl, he knew this little girl even though she wasn't much of a talker.

Janna slowly made her way to the first row of shelves which were filled with many volumes and textbooks, moving deeper into the shop Janna encountered what she was looking for but talking caught her attention.

   "But grandmother what about The Wondrous Ways of The Withering Warren of Wrackspurts? It's far better than Gilderoy Lockhart, isn't he still in Saint Mungo's?" A young boy's voice asked, there was a small elderly chuckle followed by a smacking of lips then a deep breathe.

    "I find Gilderoy quite bewitching." Said a humble old voice then an old witty chuckled "But since this book has struck your interest, who wrote this book of yours?"

Janna continued to listen as she tried to see what price the book was.

    "A Magizooligst's best guide: L. L. Scamander" The young boy's voice echoed what was on the cover.

    "Ah Juno, we all know Mrs Luna Scamander seeks any means of making a mythical creature real, but if you insist. Remember girls go for the smarter ones" The old woman sighed. Janna found the price within the book at the back, only three galleons and thirteen sickles, Janna puckered her eyebrows together, so cheap for a new book.

   "Grandmother!" Squeaked the voice "I'm only ten, girls my age are more interested in each other than books!" (Janna came around the corner of the next shelf, her eye glanced at an old woman who was hunched slightly wearing a silvery pink, paisley shawl over her shoulders, her skin seemed to be hanging off her frame like swags of a curtain, her one arm had a walking stick attacked to it at the hand and the other arm was linked with a young boy's. The young boy had curling dove brown hair and a blue-grey scarf around his neck, his blue eyes were patiently staring at his grandmother's bright brown eyes and her cheery smile, his clothes reflected of those from the attire from the 1940's, he had a plan light blue oxford, he wore trousers which were a dark brown and black shoes you would most commonly see schoolchildren wearing.

    "I need some great grandchildren, Juno Xeni!" The old lady chuckled "I'm too young to die so take your time, I didn't survive the Darwin bombing for nothing, thirty-six years old I was" The old woman held up a finger to emphasis her point "and if it weren't for Muggles we Wizards have gotten nowhere with the Industrial Revolution!"

    "But didn't the Industrial Age cause the wars?" The boy asked, but the old lady shushed him and patted his arm.

    "Juno, I think it's time we get going, tea time is soon, we can go to Florean Fortescue's, I'm sure you would like to talk to Aimee Miller since her mother runs the place" The old lady smiled but the boy didn't seem to agree with the idea.

   "I think we should go home after this, so I can get smart enough to talk to her" The boy said, obviously not interested in Aimee Miller, the old lady's smile broadened as she sensed the sarcasm of her grandson.